…to wander

The dark allure to wander, is softly calling to me
once more the endless ache to coddiwomple
to fly high and free without maps or borders
to go past the very end of the world
where all our secrets rest in starry graves
the ultimate destination always unknown

where the past is now a blank slate
where the future is not yet a concept
and I can imagine, that I can finally lose myself
my lingering ghosts fading into the ether
that I can become a wayward soul, unreachable
unteachable, forging my own path

I am slowly drifting in endless time
where the echoes, still bring you back to me
and I still languish in my memories
in my anonymity, in my solitude and loneliness
I once thought that I knew, where I was bound
only to become lost, never to be found

I set a course, to everywhere and nowhere
now change, beckons to me from the distance
where the unknown awaits, beyond the here and there
I take a deep breath and finally release my sorrow
into the endless vastness of the dark abyss
embracing the echoes and the memories

I place them gently, in the warm corners of my soul
for I am no longer who I was, and I am not yet who I will be
my loss and regrets still a part of me, now finally laid to rest
and true love, just as the wind and the darkness
will ever cast long shadows, a heavy weight to bear
mine to carry with me, for all that is left of eternity
© Ann Bagnall